Fall, die.

Yuan Changwen felt as if he was about to die and become another person. There was some fear, some panic, but more of anticipation.

The character must die, even though the character is reluctant, although the meaning of dreaming is not to wake up, but falsehood is falsehood, and there is nothing false worth keeping for me.

Come on, smash the character, let something new come in, let the character die, let it all be destroyed.

I thought that after the killing, I could return to the empire and teach my disciples better. But why do you still want to teach your disciples? Do those so-called teachings, those so-called changes, really have anything to do with me? Are they really the changes I have created?

Moreover, these are just the elements of the picture that are perceived at the moment, there is nothing wrong, nothing should not happen, nothing is wrong, so what do you have to teach?

It's as if I know something that everyone doesn't know, so I go and explain it to others. This kind of thinking is crumbling, since nothing is wrong, how can you change others, and how can you think that your own way of life is the right way?

Those bullshit that preach about the true way of life, unconditional love, compassion and peace, and the raising of the consciousness of kindness are all in a dualistic world.

Nothing is bad because it can only happen that way. What is there to teach, what is there to change, and if there is a need to change, then all of this will naturally change. Maybe to look real, it will change because of someone, change because of something.

However, it is not true after all. It's like in the game, it looks like the farmer built the house, but is it really because of the farmer? Is it really the farmer who built the house?

There's nothing bad about it, it's good to kill people, it's good to sell drugs, and any kind of heinous crime that can be thought of is just a visual element that is perceived at the moment. Even the thinking of "thinking that these things shouldn't happen" itself is not problematic.

Besides, whether or not they can be changed is not at all up to me, and it is not something that this thinking can control. Thinking that something is not right, that something has to be a certain way is itself something that needs to be killed.

Because, no matter how good and beautiful it is, it is all untrue. It's just a distortion in the mind, and even if the whole world agrees with a certain idea, it's just a distortion in the mind.

Yuan Changwen felt that he seemed to be about to become another person, and that inexplicable sense of panic always lingered beside him.

It's about jumping, it's jumping off a cliff, there's nothing to stop it, and I don't want to stop it.

Once, I was no longer me, as if it was a terrible thing, how could I not be me, I had to be me. In order to maintain the role of Yuan Changwen, I kept grasping those self-definitions and kept maintaining the survival of the character.

Now, I'm not going to do that, the character itself should die. I don't want to think about the future, maybe it's bleak, maybe there's still a glimmer of life. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the character has to die, that's it.

There is no me in this world, everything is just a manifestation of consciousness, and I must abandon the duality.

Why do you want to convince others? Why do you want to prove yourself right? Even if you kill a character, the character doesn't forget to enrich himself?

I don't know what I can do, what I'm going to do, as if it all has nothing to do with me, I'm not living in this world. Those who are sought after, those who are spurned, seem to have no basis.

Even if there is, it's just a picture element explaining the picture element, just like a farmer building a house in a game. What is there to argue about, what is there to believe?

In my case, everything is just a presentation of the elements of the picture. Someone said something, someone did something, that's all. Why it is presented this way, I don't know. I can't interfere with the presentation of these picture elements, because I am only the presentation of picture elements.

A painting of someone slaughtering a village, and the onlookers choosing to flee or rescue, is only a whole presentation. It seems that the bystander can decide what he says and does, but it is simply a whole presentation, and the thinking has no influence at all.

Either way, it's just what you're aware of, and where does it come from?

The so-called control is still just a picture element explaining the picture element. The world is not real, and neither is myself. There is nothing to believe in, and even less to catch on.

No matter how much something is worth grabbing, at its deepest point it is just a product of emotion. Why do you have to do this? Strong emotions prevent me from answering, because I can't answer at all, or rather, the answer is just "I think".

Yuan Changwen didn't know what he was still doing, he didn't know what would happen, and he didn't know what he was still grabbing.

It's a brutal road of slaughter, everyone is clinging to the bonds, and all the works are promoting positive energy. Those touching feelings, those human nature that make people cry, always seem to flow in the market.

Who doesn't promote filial piety, who doesn't praise love, who doesn't encourage beauty?

I, on the other hand, went to the other side of the darkness. To describe oneself as a heretic is simply perfect. Maybe I can pretend I'm still a person, maybe I can pretend that I have those self-definitions, but that sentence always pops up in my head, it's all untrue.

Maybe you'll be obsessed with the conversation, maybe you'll be on one side of the duality, but once you stop talking, once you're alone, the suffocation of sinking will hit. Moreover, I simply do not want to get rid of this feeling of suffocation.

It's safe to go back into character, and it's okay to be sure that the twist in your head is correct, and it's also a relief to yourself. It's just a humble escape, just a cowardly submission, but at the same time it's the most meaningful act.

Everyone sees through the red dust, everyone pursues the truth, even if everyone just becomes an immortal cultivator, the existence that is not afraid of life. Who's going to build a new era of empire? who's going to try to do something out of fear?

The twist in your head, stop controlling me. Even if you can't kill it at the moment, there will be another time, next time.

No one knows what the reason is, Yuan Changwen is unwilling to give up this meaningless behavior, and even knows that the final result is his own death, but he still wants to continue to kill.

Falsehood should be my plaything, not a reckless control of my life. ()

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